Fantasy - H/R - NC-17
Title: Fantasy
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 594
Rating: NC-17

A smutlet for my Harry/Ron claim at 50_smutlets.


Fantasy
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"So," Ron said, sprawled on their bed. "What is your view on stealing office supplies?"

"Quills, or the handcuffs you pinched?" Harry asked.

"Nothing so drastic," Ron said calmly. "A potion. Which is nothing, is it? Potions are always being brewed, stocks replenished."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Well, we saved the Wizarding World, and they owe us – that's your usual argument, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Ron said.

"So, what have you pinched?"

"Some Polyjuice," he said, holding up a vial.

"We do not need Myfanwy, anymore," Harry said firmly.

"Not her," Ron said.

"Then who?"

"The thing is, " Ron said, sitting cross legged and looking terribly earnest and adorable and being sidetracked when Harry couldn't resist leaning in for a kiss. "The thing is, gay men are supposed to have such varied sex lives."

"We do OK, don't we?" Harry asked. "I have the photos to prove it."

"Yeah, we're brilliant," Ron said. "But we were supposed to play the field and have amazing sex with strange men, and then finally meet each other and settle down."

"To cocoa and slippers?"

"No, to more amazing sex," Ron explained. "But we met each other when we were eleven, and Hermione was the only wild oat I ever sowed, and there are all these fantasy situations I'll never try."

"I'm sure I'm gonna regret asking," Harry said. "But what d'you want to do?"

"Doesn't it seem unfair that Hermione has had a threesome, and we haven't?" Ron asked.

"I don't want a threesome," Harry said swiftly. "I want you."

Ron smiled and stole a kiss. "You soft git," he said. "But that is where this comes in." He waved the Polyjuice.

"How do we Polyjuice into a threesome?" Harry asked.

"Well, much as I fancy the idea of a threesome, I really don't fancy anyone else; and you know how jealous I get, I'm not gonna let you go with anyone else."

"So, we take it in turns to Polyjuice into someone sexy and just move around quickly?"

Ron snorted. "Picture this," he said, his hand running up Harry's thigh. "We start with me, naked."

"That's how my fantasies have always started, yeah," Harry said.

"Naked, on my back, you moving over me, inside me," Ron said, swallowing hard as Harry sucked on his neck.

"Let's just try that, shall we?" Harry murmured, reaching for the buttons on Ron's shirt.

"And then," Ron said. "Behind you, inside you. His cock driving you into me."

Harry sat back, wide eyed. "W-who?" he whispered. "I know you, Ron. There is no one else you'd let… inside me…"

Ron shrugged one shoulder. "How about your ex?" he asked.

"Seamus?" Harry gasped.

"Seamus still has a very soft spot for you," Ron pointed out. "Admittedly, it's between your arse cheeks, but that'd work for us, in this case."

"You… you'd… you're not happy with Seamus being in my past, no matter in our bed," Harry said. "You are not gonna be able to gaze over my shoulder and watch him fucking me."

Ron grinned and waggled his eyebrows.

"OK, what?" Harry asked.

"Seamus," Ron said. "Polyjuiced into me."

Harry eyes went wide as Galleons. "You want to watch yourself take me up the arse?"

Ron nodded.

"Watch yourself driving me into you."

Ron grinned.

"That… that is…"

"Brilliant? Hot? Filthy?"

"Yeah," Harry said weakly.

Ron smirked.

"And you reckon he'd go for it?" Harry asked.

"If it's kinky enough, and you butter him up properly."

"Butter does not make very good lube," Harry said, bearing Ron backwards onto the bed.


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